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Another day, another cozy spiral from your favorite emotionally layered, slightly feral, soft-core witch. 🖤✨ Before I start—yes, I’m talking to you. My quiet lurkers. My stealth-mode supporters. The ones who read every word but interact like you’re paying per click. I respect the mystery. It’s giving “I attend the coven meeting but sit in…
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Hey there, witches. It’s been a minute—long enough for the moon to change moods a few times and for me to stare at a blank page like it personally offended me. I haven’t quite known what truth I was ready to unwrap next. But tonight felt… loud. So here we are, lighting the candle and…
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Hello again, witches. Gather ‘round the cauldron because today’s ramble is about texting—that modern-day form of communication I somehow manage to be both aware of and terrible at. I’ll admit it: I’m far better at showing up here, pouring my thoughts onto the page, than I am at keeping up with text messages. Though, to…
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Hello, witches. Step into the circle. Draw the air around you tight with intention. Light a candle. Shake off the outside world. Let this moment be yours—a space beneath moonlight and shadow, where truth and magic meet. If you have ever demanded perfection of yourself, called it strength, or treated softness like a betrayal, this…
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Happy New Year, witches. Circle cast, candles lit, intentions set. If the past year taught me anything, it is that transformation is rarely aesthetic and almost never gentle. The year unfolded like a long eclipse. Everything felt muted, suspended, caught between what was and what refused to arrive. I was not broken, but I was…
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Hello my magical coven — your girl has finally wandered back into the circle. I know it feels like I drifted off on a broomstick for a century, but I promise I never forgot about my loyal readers. Life just decided to toss me into a whirlwind, shake me up like a snow globe, and…
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Well, well, well… look who’s crawled out of the cauldron. That’s right, witches. I’m here. Still alive, still chaotic, and still pretending to have my life together while the world burns like a clearance rack pumpkin candle. Oh, and in case you missed it… it was my birthday two days ago, which just so happened…
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Hey witches, still alive and thriving in mild chaos. I’ve been letting my poor legs recover from the trauma of running (because apparently, that’s my thing now). Plot twist: I made it to 2 miles which is the longest I’ve ever gone without collapsing into a dramatic heap or needing a crypt keeper on speed…
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I’m back, witches, and today we’re stirring up one of society’s nastiest little potions. You know the one: “If a boy is mean to you, it just means he likes you.” Spare me. That’s not love—it’s lazy, toxic conditioning disguised as playground wisdom. And it’s been spoon-fed to girls for generations like poison hidden in…
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Hello, my beautifully cursed coven. I took a week off, not because I was busy conjuring demons or hexing exes (though, tempting), but because my inspiration packed her broomstick and ghosted me. So instead of waiting for a muse, I signed myself up for something arguably worse: Couch to 5k. Yes. Running. The devil’s cardio.…
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